Disclaimer; I own nothing but Ceciliyah Joy Taggarro. Happy reading!
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Brooke Taggarro carefully applied a coat of mascara to her upper eye lashes. Screwing the cap back on and glancing at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but to smile back. Ten years had flown by and it looked as if she hadn't aged a bit. Her skin was still smooth, flawless and wrinkle-free. At certain times, her eyes still held the sparkle that never ceased to lighten the spirits of everyone. Her laughter was still pearly and contagious. Her body was still lean and curvy, despite the birth of her daughter eight years ago. In fact, sometimes when she was home alone, she'd lock herself in the bathroom, put on her old cheerleading uniform and cheer and dance her heart out, as if she'd cheered at a game just yesterday.
Not that Brook was stuck in the past. She was married to a man who was good to her and their daughter, and he spoiled them rotten. She had a beautiful daughter, whom she adored. She had a big house, an expensive car, and her own closet full of nothing but couture clothes, shoes, and purses. She held a promising future as an aspiring fashion designer. Why be stuck in the past when the present, the here and now was going just the way you wanted it to and the future was bright and anticipated? Yes, life was good for Brook Taggarro.
But sometimes, good was not enough.
More often then not, good was another term for just getting by.
Well, that was the first chapter to my first story. I know that the first chapter is short, but I promise it will get lengthy sooner or later. I hope you enjoyed it! Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome.